From the album Numbers

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Lyrics

Stranger Like Before

Changing lanes changes in style
The coldest stone was hot for a while
Lips are warm, cold is the night
Something rests on the edge of a knife
Ain’t it razor sharp when it cuts?
Ain’t it razor sharp when it cuts?

Be my reverie, mamma oh
Be my stranger turn me on
Give me things I’ve never known
When the lights are way down low
We get lost in each other
We get lost in each other

How could I be missing the things I’ve never known?
On colder streets don’t a stranger feel like home?
I take all I’m given, is it shame for wanting more?
Than to go back to being strangers like before
Stranger like before

Ain’t it razor sharp when it cuts?
Ain’t it razor sharp when it cuts?
Be my liberty mamma o
Be my get away from it all
Show me things you wanted to show
Taking off and taking slow
We get lost in each other
We get lost in each other

How could I be missing the things I’ve never known?
On colder streets don’t a stranger feel like home?
I take all I’m given is it shame to want no more?
Than to go back to being strangers like before
Stranger like before
Stranger like before
Stranger like before
Stranger like before
Stranger like before

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